There is something about
Loving your mother
How no matter
How much you take advantage
And how fast you want to
Grow up and leave
Your mother is there
And either high up
Or deep down
Your love for her shows.
And then theres my mother.
No matter how hard i try
To see the good
To see the effort
Through her pain and drama
I cant seem to find
That kind of love
The love you should hold
For your mother
The love you should want
But i dont have that
Or want it.
Its very hard
When i know
Its not your fault
Its not who you really are
Or were
But its all i see and remember
And i cant change anything
Without you wanting to.
So here i am
Dreaming and hoping
For my future
Thinking about
Who im going to be
Who i will become
And what kind of mother
I want to be,
And i fear
My children ever feeling
This way towards me.
After loving them
Since the day they arrive
And much before that,
For them to feel
Nothing
Nothing towards their mom,
Its a mothers worst nightmare
And it pains me
That you cant see
How it all could change
If you could see it.
But you cant.
YOU ARE READING
Exposed
PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.